The Broken Branch







There is this tree outside my house. Beautiful with freshly grown pinkish- green leaves, always a home to little sparrows, and a forever joy to my eyes.

A branch of that tree broke someday. I began to notice it only yesterday. Oh, I hated it so much! How could that stupid dead and black branch ruin the beauty of my beloved tree? doesn’t it realise that it doesn’t belong there anymore? Or does it?

The branch triggers a havoc of emotions inside me. Don’t we also behave like that branch sometimes? Forcibly entangling ourselves in places where we don’t belong, holding on to things which should be left?

Lets think about this. The beauty lies in the scene when the broken branch falls off. Perhaps the beauty of life lies in letting go of  things as much as it lies in gaining them. May be we people also look just as ugly in places where we do not belong. Perhaps cutting off the ropes that tie us to such places and situations is the best thing to do… to add a little touch of beauty to our lives!
Perhaps it is best to step out of the scene without expecting as much as an acknowledgement, credits, appreciation, love (!)… Perhaps!!!


P.S: Are beautiful thongs always good? And is it always good to try and make things beautiful? Who knows?

Comments

  1. JayantMay 29, 2011 at 4:46 PM

    "The beauty lies in the scene when the broken branch falls off"
    this sentence is so inspiring that it almost make you forget the past and see beyond.
    Very well said.
    We humans have this habit of clinging to things and never let go off even if it does not add any value.Often seen whining about situations with no outcome.Never do we realize that its better to let go until its too late.
    Perhaps you are right
    But on the other hand don't you think this is what defines us who we are? Sticking by side in the worst of situations?Being honest and loyal to your feelings?Holding on to whats yours whatever may the outcome be??
    Its just a thought...

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  2. GeetaMay 29, 2011 at 8:16 PM

    Yes, I agree...Being honest and loyal to our feelings is most important and still the most difficult thing to do.
    All I am saying is that may be we are wrong when we justify our clinging on to useless things by saying that we r being honest to our feelings... may be!

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